Epistemophilia & The Universe

      It is said that eons ago there was only the sea. Contained in a silver goblet.

Maybe it was a small sea. Or perhaps it was a large goblet. I suppose it’s all a matter of perspective.

      How Epistemophilia Herself came to be you’ll hear many tales. I’m not sure even She knows for certain. Perhaps She was born of curiosity itself. Gathering silver from the goblet’s rim she crafted a ship in which She might travel and better understand Her primordial world.

      Alas the tides, younger than they’d ever been, showed little courtesy to the Damsel of Dark Energy. (I suppose I should interrupt you here on behalf of Epistemophilia herself. When I say “dark energy” perhaps you’ll start thinking of  fairy tale villains, cruel dictators or second-hand car dealers. Actually Dark Energy is the best name you’ve come up with so far for that stuff that takes up, 68% of the Universe. However, She called Herself Epistemophilia, (If it weren’t such a mouthful, I could see why.)

     Where was I? Ah yes, the newborn tides. Vigorous and vengeful Epistemophilia’s ship was lost and the young blot of Sentience thrown overboard.

Some of the tales say She drowned, others say She spotted land and began swimming towards it. Some say She’s thrashing still, (Dear me I hope not. Several millennia’s worth of laps.. that’s gonna make even your toughest swim coach run and hide in the locker room.)

     Whatever the case, during the storm bits of the primordial sea splashed over the goblet’s edge, expanding into an endless sky. They say the stars mark the points at which Epistemophilia stopped to rest. Navigation became possible in an unnavigable world. Granted there wasn’t much of a world yet much less sailors complaining about their second hand maps but I guess young Ep seemed to be more of the “plan ahead” type. 

       As they were born of tenacity, even today the stars imbue hope in curious hearts.  Some time later Nature herself was born from the first comet. From there she and Dama, her pet deer (Don’t ask.) began to see to the rest of this strange little almost-but-not-quite-yet-a world. Nature hummed pleasantly to pass the time.

Dama crooning low and deep beside her. (And occasionally causing brand new species of tulips to go extinct within the hour.)

      And somewhere in a distant point at the center of the world, Epistemophilia must have heard Her children. For every so often the air would ring with a song so strong and subtle you could only just swear you heard it before it was gone again.

Yet it was imbued with every emotion known to man today. And then some.

Love and longing. Frustration and Determination. Fear. 

Hope. Somehow there was always hope.

One song. One verse. And time has begun. 

~THE UNIVERSE ©️

~BELLE EMILIE GOLD                  8th, November, 2019